Vengeance. It's something I've been taught as the son of a cruel mafia don; something I've comforted myself with for years. When the one thing that kept me grounded is yanked away so ruthlessly, it's only in my nature to strike out in the only way I know; revenge. Giselle Fanelli, the woman who ruined it all. She hides behind a sweet mask, but I am not fooled by it. I will get my revenge even if it means getting stuck with her forever. *** No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or means; including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods without prior permission of the author. If you're found doing so, you will be reported and filed with a DMCA. Legal and appropriate actions shall be taken. Copyright © 2022.

"Marley," he groaned against my neck when I detached our lips, needing to breathe. "Let's take this to my room," I said, cupping him through his jeans. "I have a nosey neighbor and I don't want her to see what I'm about to do to you." ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ *Longer description inside ;]

"𝑊𝑒'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑢𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒚, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉." ______________________________________________________ 𝐴𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑎. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒, 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒. 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑛, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑙.

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."